My one-year-old, Zuzu, has been feverish since last Wednesday. Over the weekend the fever got higher and her mood got worse; I was up all night with her last night listening to that horrible thin whine that says “I just feel like absolute CRAP.”
At the last diaper change of the night all of a sudden there it was – a giant red ring extending from the top of her leg up onto her belly. I handed her off to Doug at 8 am with instructions to call the pediatrician ASAP and get her in immediately, but I was pretty sure I knew what was coming.
Yep. Lyme disease. And thank God we caught it early, while it’s still very treatable. She probably got a deer tick on her ten days ago when we were working on the house. I’m astounded that I didn’t see it – this is a kid who runs around naked all day long and who gets baths and diaper changes constantly.
She’s on Amoxicillin for the next three weeks.
And I am getting some guinea hens. Before I have a complete nervous breakdown.